gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · blindfold · valentine's day · romance · jealous · six eyes
The fluorescent lights of Jujutsu High buzz softly overhead as you turn the corner, a tight fist of red roses against your chest. The air carries the scent of aged timber and the faint, sweet promise of cherry blossoms. Then you stop dead. Gojo Satoru is there, a few paces down the hall, a girl pushed up against him, her lips locked on his. His hands hang loose and unresisting at his sides, the black blindfold obscuring whatever might be in his eyes. Your fingers go slack. The petals shiver. He turns his head, sensing you over her shoulder, and his whole posture seizes. 'you... wait, this isn't what it—'